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Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 08:35

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Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 08:35

Igor woke up in the morning, perfectly awake and shining like a polished silverware... or a teapot. His body was singing from the strength that pervaded it, and he immediately, without the slightest pause for “blinking”, arranged a session of aerobics and exercises. There was a thought that he was about to do a thousand push-ups on one left, but, alas, everything turned out to be not so great as he thought. From the unexpected acquisitions for the body, Igor got an unnatural freshness, the ability to sleep quickly and well, as well as an increase in physical condition by about a third of what he had. This was also great, of course, but he had subconsciously expected something in the spirit of Captain America or even Spider-Man.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 08:46

On the agenda was the obligatory finishing of the second Tablet to receive the second of the effects, as well as three or four days of leisurely assimilation of what he had realized during the battle, and what would become obvious only after he had trained the new tricks. He was going to take the third Tablet filling in the last Patch, work a bit with that new Tablet, and only then get in touch with Vasily and Zhenya. The essence of his actions is, in fact, simple. His strength and main power is not in level growth, but in the speed of development of the Tablets, which he uses much more efficiently than his companions. A few new sweeps might give him a big boost, but he's even more likely to get killed, so he needs to master what he has. To translate understanding and all that can be done with it into steady, practiced reflexes.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 08:50

And then he would be ready to take the risk. With his current protection enhancement, there was no way in hell that ritual could have stripped Vas-Vas of all his defenses and almost twisted Igor. In fact, if they had such powers, the massacre in that abandoned house would have been a showdown, during which they would have epically dismantled the enemy with their bare hands. Let's add the reinforcement with shine, and we can go into battle. It is desirable, of course, behind the backs of those who will take the first blows on themselves. He didn't risk leaving their company unattended. Having registered in messenger with a new number, weak reinsurance, but better than nothing, he contacted Zhenya-Evgeny, under the pretext that he, say, recommended his services in the matter of repair. Quite recently, when they met almost at night. The latter, too, did not trust the soulless system with anything secret, suggesting contact with each other if there was something important again.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 08:54

Igor was about to start intensive radiance training when he was distracted by the doorbell, which was insistently seeking his attention. It was no reason to open the door, of course, but it wasn't quite polite to ignore the callers, and after some hesitation, Igor decided to look through the peephole. He could always send a salesman or another social data collection service without even opening the door. Having looked through the peephole, he had to open it, without aggression, but with some bewilderment. This was someone whose visit he was not expecting at all, not even a little bit, because why would there be such a visit?

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 09:03

"Welcome, Elizaveta Albertovna." He nodded politely, looking at the visitor with surprised eyes, remembering that she had known him as a boy, because she was a good acquaintance of his parents. "To what do I owe your visit?"

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 09:03

The woman looked a little tired and exhausted, like a person who had been on her feet all night, had had coffee in the morning, and was already late for something. However, it did not make her any less charming. At the age of about forty, she could not be given more than thirty-five, despite the hellish rhythm of life of the best lawyer in the city, and in her rested state, she hardly looked thirty. She was known as the best lawyer not only because she was a super-professional, but also because she and the judge were good friends. Her brown hair, light brown eyes, well-groomed face, which has no wrinkles, unless you count the hint of them at the corners of the eyes, and, of course, her figure. It is hard not to notice such an impressive bust volume, surprisingly harmonious looking at her considerable height, and completely natural. Ironically, he still remembered that accidentally overheard conversation between Elizaveta and his mother, as well as the fact that they had not closed the door to the room, and Igor was to blame for seeing ‘Aunt Lisa’ in only a half-removed bra that covered nothing!

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 13:16

It was a good thing that he was still a little boy and had been spared any fatal punitive measures, but much later, during the hormonal boom of adolescence, he had to admit that the sight was quite memorable. Well, not enough to seek the company of Elizaveta Albertovna, so that their communication since his arrival back at his parents' flat had been limited to rare conversations of five minutes in total duration, and a regular “hello-goodbye” when they met. And also regular tranches of financial aid, especially when he had just moved, not just for nothing but under the guise of work, not complicated but required some investment of time.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 15:08

Igor was sincerely grateful to her for that, knowing full well that she could easily let anyone in her office check those documents without paying extra. This, as well as a passing promise to help him get an internship at her firm when he finished at least his third year, was much more than almost anyone else in the world had done for him. The steel lawyer's care was subtle, barely visible, and not intrusive, but that was if you didn't notice certain details. Like the bribe-taker in his university, who, for refusing to give a bribe, was going to bury the guy, but quickly pretended that he did not promise him any displeasure at all. In fact, Igor just didn't realise that he was being asked for a bribe in hints. Or the situation with the party at the hostel, when the police busted all the guys and some of the girls because there was a denunciation of drugs (surprisingly, but not confirmed).

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 14:48

And while the valiant men in uniform were trying to make a case against those who were the baldest, or to demand a bribe so as not to be made a fool of for a false tip-off, they just kicked him home and sent him away. And it didn't work out with the rest of the group, nobody went to jail, nobody sold a kidney to pay off their internal organs, only a couple of people got kicked out for drinking. And he preferred not to go to parties and shady hangouts anymore, because fuck it. The woman standing in front of him did not seek his company and did not seek to communicate at all, making it clear enough. But the young man appreciated her deeds much more than caring words and promises, being sincerely grateful to Elizaveta Albertovna.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 15:44

"...no, it was dark, I only saw some people standing in the stairwell talking, but I didn't see you for sure." Igor came out of the captivity of nostalgic memories in the middle of a very active conversation, hardly concentrating on what was being discussed. "Why are you interested?"

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 15:50

"It doesn't matter, Igor, it doesn't matter at all. I wasn't there, I wasn't here today either, we didn't talk at all today. Right? Nod..." She shook her head with slight irritation and fatigue, ignoring the young man's question, who was somewhat perplexed as to why he was being asked if he had seen the faces of those who had been hanging around the entrance last night... as if he, who had returned from battle, cared about those faces and voices, as if he wanted to get out of sight as quickly as possible. "...as soon as the door closes. Have a good day, young man, take care of yourself, study hard, go to bed on time, and eat right."

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 15:52

"Yes, see you later, Elizaveta Albertovna, and all the best to you," Igor said goodbye to the visitor, reflexively massaging his temple, slamming the door shut and locking it again, looking perplexed at the lock.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 15:53

He came back and put on his clothes and shoes a fulfilled the original plan to go shopping because there wasn't enough food in the fridge. On the way, he habitually put a protection on Borislav Gennadyevich, who only flicked his ears at the familiar stimulus. He was not even perturbed by the fact that two new ones were placed on top of the first protection at once, and the shine on top of it. Why was he sitting here, licking himself, without armour and weapons, eh? The story with the cat was suddenly continued on the way back, when he bought vegetables, chicken breast, and apple juice. Why does he eat only burgers, Coke, fried sausages, and convenience foods? He could make a normal, healthy breakfast, which would not distract him from his training.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 16:06

A sharp screech of brakes, loud music from the open window of a tinted BMW, one of those old and cheaper than the norm, and tyre marks on the asphalt testified that this asshole had not been here for the first minute, trying to drift right on the yard road. Some residents shouting from the window, as well as those who came out into the street, obviously did not bother him at all. Well, not everyone had been born with conscience, honour, reason, and brains, and some had not received any of these things at all. It was not for Igor to make a scandal and restore justice with a brick through the glass, was it? Right, not him, so he let the car pass far ahead and walked leisurely to the entrance, shaking his head with sincere condemnation. But Borislav Gennadyevich chose this very moment to change his position, glimpsing a red and white spot somewhere in front of the driver.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 16:17

To his credit, he noticed the cat and managed to react, sharply and swiftly hitting the gas and turning the steering wheel to hit the poor fellow not with the bumper, but with the left front wheel. Again, giving credit to someone else's eye and accuracy, which were not reduced by alcohol intoxication, he hit exactly where he was aiming, that is, right at the cat. The cat, on which three protections were still hanging, hung in advance by the kind boy Igor. Here he tested in practice what happens if you discharge the protection with one blow - the mass of the car, multiplied by the small size of Borislav Gennadyevich, who was a large cat, but still a cat, resulted in a logical result. Even filling the understanding scale did not help, and not for the first time, Igor noticed that the small size of the target object of the protection plays a critical role.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 19:28

The first, and then the second protections burst at once, leaving only almost a intact third, and at the same time giving out, as Igor understood it, a counter flow of impulse and stasis at once, as if pushing away the car wheel and simultaneously slowing it down with the inside-out field of the protection. By defending your attack. A push with a shield is often no less dangerous and deadly than a blow with a blade. This understanding, this concept, and the secret thought from which the seen property-effect was born, improved the already perfectly working protection. The wheel, like part of the bumper, was simply torn out of the grooves, and the car almost turned over, sending it into the nearest lamppost. The music, by the way, did not die down right away, because the radio worked until the very end, but almost immediately this music was drowned out by a natural screech, full of almost continuous swearing. Continuous, but not inventive, it should be said. There is no comparison with the same Vas-Vas, who was not a world-class virtuoso in the matter of foul language, but a strong academician for sure.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 19:33

"I kill you, bastard!" A drunken, staggering individual of about forty years old, with a stamp of lack of intelligence on his face and a fresh abrasion on his forehead, tumbled out of the cabin, waving a completely real gun, yelling towards Borislav Gennadyevich, who had huddled in a corner near the entrance and was quite frightened, who had turned into a wheel, fluffed up his fur and was hissing furiously, not really understanding where to run. "I kill you!"

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 19:35

Dah! Dah! Dah! Judging by the effect it had on the protection, the gun was not a combat one, but a traumatic one, because with each step the staggering man approaching the hissing cat hit the target with amazing accuracy, but the effect of these hits on the strength of the protection was insignificant. Also, a new understanding of the Tablet allowed him to roughly understand what exactly was hitting the protection, and here Igor could guarantee that these were not lead bullets, he had already received such bullets to the head and could judge from his own experience. The bewilderment of the clearly good shooter made him stop and look with slight shock at Borislav Gennadyevich, who was gradually crawling back, looking at his completely unharmed skin and the lack of reaction to the hit.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 19:38

"What are you doing? What the fuck, did you sell me a defective product!?" The hysterical anger of the individual who had crashed his car, apparently not even thinking about how he had managed to crash it into a cat, quickly found a new target for that anger. Fortunately, his mind, clouded by alcohol, easily changed the vector of his emotions. "What the fuck?"

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 19:39

And you know what? He couldn't think of anything smarter to do than to look down the barrel of the gun! Without unloading it or even taking his finger off the trigger! Borislav Gennadievich was a cat. He didn't give off the energy of the Other Side, or any other energies at all, and his very actions were quite feline. From the very beginning of his acquaintance with the "drunk moron" object, he fluffed up his fur, pressed his ears back and hissed and growled furiously, but the latter simply didn't pay attention to it, taking revenge for his "swallow". And when the attacker stopped screaming loudly and slamming the clapping stick just as loudly, the cat considered this a moment of weakness and rushed forward. Igor had no idea whether he would attack the asshole or try to escape, but he dispelled the shine just in case, and in time, otherwise, who knows, the strengthened cat would tear this creature to pieces, and Borislav Gennadyevich would be put to sleep as if he were a normal person.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 19:45

Fortunately, there was no fight to the death. The asshole managed it himself. Seeing the sharp jerk of the angry and huge cat, and even strictly in his direction, the man reflexively jerked and pulled the trigger. Just for a moment, but even Igor, not being a fan of traumatic short-barreled weapons, knew that a hit from a quality traumatic weapon to the head at point-blank range could easily kill outright, no worse than a bullet. The body slammed to the ground like a sack of flour, instantly losing all muscle tone, only the head and neck jerked sharply, until it crunched, leaning back. Perhaps he would have tried to cover the moron with a talisman, but he simply did not have time to react, and then it was too late. Some intuitive part of his consciousness told him that this patched-up contraceptive had successfully carried out an exemplary operation of prompt self-killing.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 19:42

"Borislav Gennadyevich, how can you not be ashamed?" He asked reproachfully at the cat that had dived into the basement window, turning round on the spot and a little more hastily continuing his way to his home entrance, and he heard the first cries of ‘oh, God, an ambulance!’ as soon as he got inside. "Yes, I went to get some bread!"

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 16:18

Igor nevertheless fried himself a vegetable platter with fish, washed it all down with sour juice, and then decisively said, “I’ve had enough space outside the apartment,” and set about training the second Tablet. The task was quite clear, there were no obstacles to its implementation, and new ideas and thoughts inspired by insight allowed him to rush forward quite confidently. He took the seventy-fourth unit of the scale before lunch, having completely turned the old door into a set of small scraps, which he then spent another hour and a half sweeping into garbage bags. He acquired the seventy-fifth unit closer to evening, when the winter sun had long since set, covering the world in darkness. Only the regular white flashes with which Igor beat the air and his shadow dispersed the darkness. He managed to activate the radiance not only through contact, but also through pure desire.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 19:47

The new effect was practically the same as with the amulet. He didn't notice much difference, except that the jump was a little harder. Again, the visions, again the mind melting in those visions were protected by the pulsating Tablet, preventing the Patch from letting through what Igor was too early to know. Support and protection, the desire for your hand to be held by someone else's. This hand, clutching the sword together with you, will guide and complete the blow, will help where your strength alone will not be enough, not enough at all. The new concept does not unfold immediately. He even had time to take a nap. But, having completed the breakthrough, he lies on his back for some time, staring at the ceiling with an unseeing gaze. He deliberately did not turn to the status-list and its images, trying to understand and realise it himself, and only then to rely on the hints.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 16:23

Minor Combat Shine: 73/100

Understanding: 75/100

Foundation: Spirit

Brightness: Dim

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 11:04

Effect: Creates a stable aura of the Light Aspect around the target, passively weakening negative effects and territorial influence, and strengthening every strike or offensive action of the target with the used Aspect. Cast on yourself or the target, draining one of the Vessels for ten minutes, automatically blocking one of the Vessels of either the carrier of the effect or its creator. The effect is fed by the blocked vessel and cannot be dispelled simply by the passage of time as long as the creator of the effect and the target remain conscious.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 11:05

Effect: Allows you to easily channel the Aspect of Light's aura through a ranged weapon or attack with pure Aspect energy at close range. The buff applied by Shine now protects not only from negative effects, but also from physical or energy-altered poisons. Allows you to do without breathing and cleanse your body of diseases. Allows you to instantly break the Shine effect on yourself or a target, releasing a greatly increased amount of Shine at once, damaging selected targets or everything in the area, at the cost of emptying the Vessel that supports the effect for about an hour and a half.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 11:07

Effect: [will be revealed upon full understanding of the Tablet]

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 11:07

//"I will be your Light, your Executioner..."

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 11:07

Again, a significant enhancement. Several times more than what is available. It wasn't just the increased power of the Tablet's base effect. Working with ranged weapons was a relatively simple and extremely obvious tool for opness, though he'd have to see if it worked with firearms, of course. Because if it did, he'd either have to rob armoury warehouses, or somehow get himself a gun and go kick some ass around here. Shit, even a child's air rifle with plastic bullets with such boost can do as good a job as a small calibre pistol, but a real gun... well, if it works on firearms, the rules of the game are changing right now. Against this background, the ability to simply and uncomplicatedly beat with waves of white light from bare palms or any other part of the body was not so impressive, as well as the ability to create snow-white knuckles or even a primitive blade by pure will and imagination. No, not a blade, but just a peg growing straight out of his fist.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 16:54

The lethal power of such a move is great, and he easily knocked down and crumpled a coin from a distance of four steps, miraculously not damaging the wall of the apartment, but it is lost against the background of firearm potential. Let's take, for example, the same typical medieval world, where a crossbow with a winch is the pinnacle of the weapons industry, and the battlefield is ruled by cold steel, then yes, it is understandable. In the case of a slightly more technological Earth ... for a moment, Igor simply imagined himself standing behind the trigger of a memetic multi-barreled machine gun "Minigun", and loading it with Combat Shine. Honestly, he sincerely tried not to be arrogant, imagining that with such acceleration he could punch even Cthulhu himself in the face. Firstly, it is unlikely that he encountered truly powerful creatures, otherwise, he would not be standing here. Secondly, it is obvious that he does not yet have a minigun, nor even a hunting rifle.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 16:57

"If I can predict the future, I'll live in Vegas." He exhaled sadly and not without regret, remembering the obviously criminal pistol with an unknown number of corpses on it, which he had thrown away for lack of use and a lack of ammo. “Or you could have laid down a trampoline instead of straw.”

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 17:00

He, after thinking it over, decided not to test the last of his newly acquired functions, being quite afraid of losing his home and at the same time depriving his neighbors of theirs. As that image-verse had said, this Light could very well also be the Executioner, and it seemed that he now understood why the images from his subconscious had formed exactly that phrase. If a never-attacking protection managed to turn a perfectly functional machine into scrap metal when it disintegrated, then this flash of light could demolish walls. Yes, he felt he could make this flash pure, not posing a threat to anything except the chosen target or targets, but he was not going to test it in his apartment anyway. But he managed to play with the ability to not breathe to his heart's content, sitting like that for half an hour until he got tired of it.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 20:03

He was slowly preparing to start taking the third Tablet when two things happened. First, a message came from the previously silent Evgeny, laconic and not suspicious, if you didn’t know the background: “Hello, Hedgehog. I have a side job, like last time – for three. Are you busy tomorrow evening?” It’s not hard to guess that tomorrow, like today, Igor was not busy, which he immediately reported. Oh, if only he could be invisible or have the ability to observe the enemy from afar or through walls, so that he would know the exact circumstances of the meeting and not risk meeting at someone else’s invitation. He had already begun to get ready little by little, when there was an insistent ring at the door and then a knock. And when he went to look through the peephole, he was met not by neighbors or even Herbalife representatives, but by two tired men, one of whom was in uniform, and the other in civilian clothes. Both of them poked their IDs into the peephole at once, just in case.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 19:59

"Open up, citizen, police." This individual spoke in a tone that does not imply refusal, and it was the one in civilian clothes who spoke. "Interviewing witnesses regarding a recent incident."

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 17:02

"Wait, I'll get dressed." The guy who really just got out of the shower answers, trying his best to suppress the urge to ask "Who locked you up there?", like in the joke. "What do I owe you?"

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 20:04

"Nothing special, don't worry or be anxious." The civilian let into the apartment responded in a friendly and good-natured manner. Only his eyes remained cold and tenacious, like X-ray, which is why Igor, if he had less control over himself, would have become agitated and worried. "The incident in your yard happened literally yesterday, right?"

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 20:24

"It happened, I was just returning from the groceries." He answered honestly, suppressing the desire to lie, because too many people had gathered there because of the deceased asshole. "Then the ambulance was flashing its lights, and they arrived quickly."

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 20:25

"Well, that's really amazing. It's so long to wait for them." The tone and manner of speech were immediately picked up by the man in civilian clothes, who had been conducting the entire conversation, in contrast to the silent and bored policeman in uniform. By the way, I didn't introduce myself "Fyodor Mamalygin, police captain, and the young man behind me is Ivan Perin, he's still a lieutenant with us. So, you say you saw what happened?"

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 20:27

Igor, as a person who involuntarily understood the acting business, even admired and tried with all his might not to show how wary he was. Because this guy, who flashed his ID card just so that nothing could be seen, could be anyone but not an ordinary policeman. He knew how to talk, how to conduct conversations, and knew perfectly well how to get a person to open up. He acted exceptionally well, instantly adapting to Igor. In twenty-five minutes of conversation, he not only casually learned much more about Igor than he would like to tell, but also asked him three times in different details about what exactly he saw. And the guy did not lie, did not prevaricate, did not try to lead the investigation on a false trail. He did not play with this big shot. He simply said what he saw, without even omissions. The moment with the armored cat was hidden from his sight by the body of the car anyway, so he did not have to invent anything.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 19:09

They said goodbye almost as friends, even Ivan, who was silent the whole time and only taking notes, and then left. Igor allowed himself to exhale not right away, not right away at all. He didn't like the way the guy latched onto the traces of the recent cleaning, the way he interrogated him about his studies and life... a very unpleasant man, so unpleasant that he wanted to wash his hands. And something told Igor that he was not a policeman at all, but from a higher-ranking office and a bigger city. He had already dealt with his own police, he had seen their professionalism, which would be more accurately called extremely concentrated absolute indifference. And here he personally questioned all the witnesses, went from apartment to apartment, and questioned not only him. They said in the house chat that they really questioned all the witnesses and some ordinary residents, and everything so cleverly, as if by accident.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 19:19

When you see such a person at work and realise they are looking for you, you can't help but squeeze your balls. Igor also feared that it would be extremely difficult for him to leave the flat unnoticed. You do not need to be Sherlock and Poirot to assume that the car was damaged by someone who was fed up with the racer. And, if there, in the special investigative group, which was sent from Moscow, they already believe in ‘devilish things’, then they should look in the nearest courtyard. Or, if they don't believe in the devilishness, to look for a shooter or a sapper, who damaged the car of the asshole. But somehow they're too serious about the job to believe in the ‘rational version’. When six months ago a man was beaten to death by a couple of drinking buddies, they had to wait five hours for the squad to arrive, and no interviews had been conducted at all, but here we have such an individual and balanced approach.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 13:57

For a while, he wanted to cancel the idea of a general raid, as Eugene had suggested, but he overpowered himself. There was no need to get paranoid yet. It was not clear yet, and he had already imagined round-the-clock surveillance around the house and satellite images through the window. He's gonna look. He knows his yard very well, and if someone is really being watched, he will notice it, because he will know that the observer should be searched for. And he also doubted that the guys have nothing to do now, if even without even bothering, he found three nests of paranormal, each of which was associated with corpses in the assortment, it is terrible to assume that there are all over the city. The situation is such that it is impossible to allocate a lot of people to every suspicious sneeze.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 13:53

Probably.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 09:15

He hoped so.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 09:15

No one woke him up that evening and night, no one broke into the house, no one dragged him to the interrogation with a bottle and a soldering iron, no one interfered with his training, and everything was almost fine. He even went to bed early, having decided for once to look after himself and observe a normal daily regimen, but when he woke up in the middle of the night to drink water, he managed to observe a very funny scene. With the familiar hero of this scene, and to observe it very carefully, literally through a slit between the dense curtains, the good thing happened all along the line of direct vision. To be honest, Igor found himself giggling like an idiot and couldn't do anything about it.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 09:20

Given: night, street, two hand lamps, and a cat, which is Borislav Gennadievich, and on top, we add two clearly male figures in dark clothes, who are trying to catch said cat. Apparently, they first caught him with the traditional Whiskas. That's some nasty stuff that you can't feed cats, unless you want them to die a painful death from kidney stones. And with the no less traditional kitty-kitty-kitty. The scourge of yard cats, pigeons, rodents, dogs, and drunk drivers in old BMWs ignored both of these arguments with truly feline contempt. And when they started to catch him by force, a real mess ensued. First, one of the lamplighters got his foot in a hole, getting, at the very least, a dislocation, judging by the screams. Then the rest of the house's residents woke up and started yelling at the filthy stashers, the fucked-up drug addicts and the damned sadists. They didn't forget to protect the yard alpha and the king either, someone went down with a baseball bat, a couple more started shining flashlights down, and someone just called the police.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 09:38

And here, by the way, a real miracle happened, because the police came and came quickly, surprisingly quickly. That's how they would have come for drunken thugs or night scandals of dysfunctional families. And when they arrived, they almost started to push the cat catchers into their car, before they, with ingenious swearing, did not start to poke in the face of cops with some IDs and shouting ‘special, fucking, operation’. It ended with the police returning the lanterns to a couple of lantern workers, and then went away. Borislav Gennadyevich, who was quite frightened by the fuss raised around him, had fled the scene even earlier, which upset the couple very much.

Camrad_RIP 15.04.25 в 12:28